Chapter 536 Launch (Part 1)

This was actually the first time Yang Yi had seen a rocket. It was completely in line with his stereotype, with a streamlined shape and an exaggerated propeller at the bottom.

A large part of the mass of a rocket is actually the fuel loaded inside. Some structures are even simple fuel tanks, which will be separated and discarded after use, resulting in not much that can actually be brought into space.

The rocket in front of him should be a small rocket with a low load capacity and a length of about 30 meters. The surface coating has fallen off due to high temperature, revealing a different color coating on the inside. It looks like it has been burned by a fire, and the entire launch silo is covered with scorch marks left by the burning.

"Can this rocket still be used?"

Yang Yi frowned and asked the question he wanted to know urgently, but he was actually looking at the sea chart and preparing to go to the next nearest rocket launch base.

It will probably take another week or so.

"Don't worry, elder.

Before I was called to join the Zoroastrianism, I was actually an engineer of the Death Festival Society, so I know a lot about rockets. I can guarantee that the internal structure of this rocket is actually quite complete, but it lacks fuel.

Once the fuel is replenished and it is ignited manually, it will probably be able to fly into the sky."

The old man named Victor introduced, and Yang Yi's brows gradually relaxed after hearing it.

It can be used, but I'm afraid it can't be used.

"What kind of fuel do you need?" he asked.

"High-calorie chemical fuel will do, and coke can be used as a substitute.

It's just that the combustion aid is more troublesome and not easy to prepare."

As an engineer, Victor has a lot of experience and knows the principles of rockets.

Its essence is a large combustion propulsion device.

But to ignite such a big fire, fuel alone is not enough.

Once the oxygen is exhausted, the combustion reaction will stop, and here you need to use a combustion aid to ensure continuous combustion and provide continuous power.

"Is there any way?" Yang Yi asked.

"In the beginning, there really wasn't any, but now that the Great Elder is here, there is a way."

Victor's expression gradually became excited.

"As long as you are loaded into the fuel tank and the joints are welded, the combustion will not stop and there will be no problem flying into the Death Star!"

He gestured with his half-burned arm, and the flame turned into the shape of a finger under his control, as if he was calculating a formula.

"......The height of the Death Star is much lower now.

The anti-gravity device inside is probably faulty, causing the speed of the fall to far exceed the ordinary free fall.

So relatively speaking, the rocket's flight height has also become lower, and it doesn't even need to disintegrate..."

Victor muttered to himself, calculated for a while, and even climbed to the side of the launch silo. The hand made of flames dropped a switch, causing the dome of the launch silo to be opened, and the Death Star was visible to the naked eye.

"Well... no problem, we should be able to go up in about half an hour."

Victor reported to Yang Yi after the calculation, but Yang Yi didn't know what he calculated the whole time. He didn't even use a computer, and didn't use other instruments to observe the position of the Death Star.

So this is a conclusion drawn by mental calculation + visual observation?

Yang Yi looked suspicious and asked Victor:

"Are you sure it's feasible?"

"It must be possible, I believe in the elder!" Victor replied.

What's the use of you trusting me?

Yang Yi resisted the urge to complain and asked him to arrange it immediately.

Soon, barrels of burnt wine were brought over.

Elder Victor personally directed to prevent these believers with poor self-control from messing things up, and ignited the prepared fuel in advance.

After filling it almost, he climbed up the rocket for modification and maintenance. The temperature of the flame that replaced his left hand seemed to be very high, and it could completely replace the welding gun for welding.

Yang Yi could only wait, because going to the next rocket launch base would definitely face variables and it would take a long time, so he might as well gamble on whether he could fly up.

During the waiting process, more than a dozen believers spontaneously combusted for no reason and were burned to death by the flames, but fortunately a survivor was born.

Yang Yi had an impression of this man. He was particularly conspicuous among the believers because he was infected with the green plant disease, and most of his body structure was transformed into a wooden structure, which was very flammable.

But when this man was halfway through the spontaneous combustion, the flames strangely retracted into his body, causing his woody flesh to turn into burning charcoal, and he lost both arms in the fire, and the broken ends were on fire.

"It seems that the death plague is indeed a blessing for Zoroastrianism.

Even if it is transformed into a plant, it is much more resistant to burning than the flesh and blood of ordinary people, and it is easier to be promoted to an elder."

Yang Yi speculated in his heart.

Moreover, he also found that the proportion of patients infected with the death plague among the believers was not high, less than 10%.

"Could playing with fire also reduce the infection rate of the death plague?"

Yang Yi felt it was very likely.

Because high temperature has the function of disinfection, it can even disinfect the patients at the same time.

At this time, the newly promoted elder came to Yang Yi, prostrated himself on the ground, and shouted loudly: "I beg the elder to give me a name!"

"Huh?"

Yang Yi looked around and knew for the first time that there was a rule in the Zoroastrianism that the elder must give a name to the newly promoted elder.

But in reality, there is no such hard and fast rule in the Zoroastrianism.

Only when some elders are successfully promoted with the help of the elder (set on fire, but not burned to death), there is a possibility of giving a name, which represents respect.

Yang Yi didn't think for long. Looking at this person who was burning like charcoal, he casually gave him a name.

"Then let's call him Black Tan!"

"Okay, Black Tan Ba ​​thanks the elder for the name!"

"No..." Yang Yi held back and didn't say anything.

So a new elder named Black Tan Ba ​​was born. He stood very close to Yang Yi, like a confidant, and looked at the "burning statue" behind Yang Yi with some envy, feeling its high temperature up close.

"Elder, how should I call you?"

Black Tan Ba ​​tried to ask.

"Well, just call me Charles!"

"Okay, Elder Charles Ba!"

"Uh..."

After that, no new elders were born in this group of believers, and the time came to an hour later.

Just when Yang Yi was about to go up to help, Elder Victor finally spoke, saying that the maintenance preparations had been completed.

"Elder, everything is ready, we can set off!"

He jumped down, looking very excited, and only then noticed that there was an extra elder in the crowd.

"Good news!

You are worthy of being the Great Elder. You have injected hope and vitality into the cult as soon as you arrived."

Yang Yi was speechless. He looked at the arsonists dancing around him and found that their number had increased from two hundred at the beginning to over a hundred.

If this is vitality... then it is vitality!

Yang Yi didn't bother to care. He called Victor and prepared to set off immediately.

"Okay.

Please ask the Great Elder to enter the fuel tank from the bottom to ignite it. We will go up together!" The thirteen elders gathered beside Victor.

"You are going too?" Yang Yi noticed something was wrong.

"Yes."

"Then where will you sit?"

"Of course it's the transport cabin.

This rocket can carry 1000kg. It's no problem to transport 13 of us."

Good guy, it turns out that they treat me as fuel.

Yang Yi smiled and agreed to this matter. He didn't mind it. Anyway, he could exchange it for a capsule at that time.